Fruit on the vine
So many emotions pouring into me
Spirits....

Sounds of the horns
far off in the distance so deep in my soul
Angels

Demons...


I felt so all alone

I can only gamble now
And it's all house money
It's all lose or break even
Even
Even I Heaven affords me the greatest of benediction

Starts in the soil
Buried deep under the detritus of decomposition
A seed

Warmth of the sun
Heavenly blissful rays onto a soul
Flowers

Demons....

I was always alone

And taking chances
It's all house money
My compounded debt until tomorrow
Tomorrow
Tomorrow still brings a sweet sunrise

A smile

If heaven can forgive me for me and my sins
If heaven can forgive

Fruit on the vine
Ripe for picking
Now
Before she spoils
And all is left as rot

Fruit on the vine
My hands are busy harvesting
Angel

Angel